Tag: sexual assault

Walking through a bar on a Saturday night an unknown man put his hand up my skirt and grabbed my crotch. At the time I didn’t know what to do other than report it to a bouncer and get him thrown out, but even two years on I still think about it and worry he does … Continued

Another morning, another bloody delay to my (already pretty bleak) commute to work. I open my phone and then Twitter to script yet another 140 characters, enlightening my local train service and my 10 followers to all the ways the disruption they have brought to my morning will completely s*** over the remainder of my … Continued

I was at a good friends party and sleeping on the sofa towards the end of the night. I woke up to a man’s hands clamped either side of my face with him forcefully kissing me. I slapped him and asked him what he was doing and why he was touching me. He just stared … Continued

I can’t have been older than 13 the first time I was touched by a man in the street. As I crossed the road he reached out to grope my crotch. It was so brazen I was convinced I had made a mistake. I stood frozen at the other size of the street for a … Continued

I was sexually harassed by another cyclist while riding to work. He came up behind me, and groped my bottom. He rode off after I swore at him. I couldn’t quite believe his audacity. Feeling very angry.

Tonight I was going into the Alibi, a club in dalston, with several friends and was assaulted by a man pretending to be a bouncer. I had already shown my ID to one man, and then at the door a second man told me he had to search me. I asked him why, as he immediately … Continued

New submission from Maria Heath I was lying on the grass at Shepherd’s Bush Green taking a rest and gazing up into the clouds when suddenly a man was leaning down over me. I noticed he wore a dark top with a London underground logo. He said, ‘You’re gorgeous. I just want to say you … Continued

I was 15 at the time and I was at the bus stop. A man walked past me, brushing my vagina. I ignored it thinking it was just an accident but when my bus came, I could see from the corner of my eye, he was copying my movements. When I went to the bus, … Continued

Walking home from Forest Hill train station, man going same direction turned around to start conversation, was completely fine until we approached my street. Asked if I’d like to come back to his flat (happens to live on same road) and have a beer because I “look very sweet” I declined and said I wanted to … Continued